"You made me lose so much face today; how am I supposed to keep mingling in the casino world after this?" Bolin slammed the table. "I just can't swallow this anger!"
Young Master Chu's gaze imperceptibly moved to the top of the cross, then back again. He raised his chin slightly, "Well then, tell me, how can you swallow it?"
Uh, why does that sound so strange?
The men nearby couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Only then did Bolin realize what he had said, and his anger grew even stronger, "Say that again?!"
Young Master Chu knew that people like him needed to be provoked. Unhurriedly, he rolled up his sleeves, quickly contemplating his strategy based on the situation, "Didn't you say you can't swallow it? Fine, let's gamble again, until you're satisfied."
"You—"
"What," Young Master Chu chuckled lightly, "chickening out again?"
